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All papcn will be promptly itapped at the expiration of the time subscribed for. All letter on buiintii matt be addrenei to Jo V. BiEXETT Af-o., PnMishfn, VOL. 1. HARTFORD, OHIO COUNTY, KY., MARCH 17, 1875. NO. 11. SUBSCRIPTION H-A.TES. wamxa. "Fire yeart to watt!" Don't do" it. My innocent blue-eyed maid; Por the yeari may last a lifetime, While your youthful roies fade! While your eyes are red with weeping, And watching the tie xherous sea; t.W you ting the song of the lone one, "lie never came back to me." Fire years to wait, while others Are dancing the dance of youth, And. the one, perhaps, yon are trusting Is breaking his vowf, forsooth! ' "I shall wait for my lore, my darling; Who has sailed far over the tea, Fire years, or ten, or twenty," Said the bine-eyed maid to me. So she wrote her lore-letters; Or tended ber garden flowers, Or watched the restless billows On the beetling cliff for hours; While she turned her suitors pining Away from the cottage door,' ' And-waited, patiently waited, One long year or more. " Tis Tery weary waiting," Said the blue-eyed maid to me, And she glanced at her last new- suitor And then at the restless sta; And she glanced at the roses fading In her garden fair and bright, Twice come, twice gone since he left her, Two years before that night. And she married her last new suitor Before the winter rpedj And she wrote to her absent lorer On the day that she was wed, "She hoped he would not suffer, That the shock would soon be o'er," And the answer soon informed her lie had married a year before. LED ASTRAY. TBAXBLATED rnOM TBI rKtXCB or OCTAVE FEUILLET. V. 28ra Settehdcr. I had tlie satisfaction of discovering in the library of the marquis tbe historical documents 1 needed. They form, indeed, a part of the ancient archives of the Ab bey, and have a special interest lor the family of Malouet It was one William Malouet, a very noble man and a knight, who, about the middle of the twelfth cen tury, with the consent of Messieurs his eons, Hughes, Foulgues, John, and Thom s, restored the church and foundexi the Abbey in favor of the order of the Bene dictine monks, and for the salvation of his soul and of the eouls of his ancestors, granting unto the congregation, among1 other dues and privileges, the fee-simple o( the lauds of the Abbey, the tithe of all its revenues, half the wool of its flocks, three leads of wax to be received every year at Mount Saint 'Michel -on the-eea; then the river, the moors, the-woods,- and the mill, t molendinum in eodeum situ. I took t ileaeure in following through the wretched atin of the time the description of this fa miliar landscpe. It has not changed. The foundation charter bears date 1145. Subsequent charters show that the Abbey of Rozel as in possession, in the thirteenth century, of a sort of patriarchate over all the institutions of the order of Saint Ben- -dicl that Were 'then in existence in the jrovinoe of Normandy A general chap ter of the order was held there every yenr prefided over by the Abbot of Rozel, and ut which some ten or a dozen Other con vents were represented by their highest dignitaries. The discipline, the labors, the temporal and spiritual management of all the Benedictines of the provioce were here controlled and reformed with a severity which tbe minutes of these little councils attest in the noblest terms. These Fcnes,Teplete with dignity, look place in: that Capitulary 11 all now so shamefully defiled. Aside from the archives, this library is very rich, and this is apt to divert atten tion. Moreover the vortex of worldl v dis sipation that rages' in the chateau is not without occaaiooally.doing some prejudice lo my independence. Fiually my worthy hosts frequently take away with one hand the liberty they have granted me with the other, like many persons of the world, they have not a very .clear idea of the dc gree of connected occupation which de-i-erves the name of work, and an hour or two of reading appears to them the utmost extent of labor that a man can bear in a day. "Confider yourself wholly .free," Mon sieur de Malouet tells me every morning; 'go 'up to your 'hermitage; work at your ease. An hour later he is knocking at my door; "Weill are we hard at work?" "Why, yes, I am beginning to gel into it." "What! th'e deuce! Yotr have been at it more than two hours! You are killing yourself, my friend. However, you are Jree. By the way, my wife is in the par lor; when you nave done you 11 go and keep her company, won't vou?" "Most undoubtedly I wi'lL" "But only when you have entirely done, of course.'' " ' And he goes of? for a hunt or a ride by the seaside. As to myself, preoccupied with the idea that. I am expected, and sat isfied that I shall be unable to do any fur therwork of value, J. soon resolve to go andjoin Madame de Malouet, whom I find deenlv en raced In conversation with the parish priest, or with Jacquemart (of Bor deaux). She has disturbed me, I am in her way, and we smile pleasantly to each jjiucr. Such is tbe manner in. which the mid' die of the dav usuallv passes off. In the morning, i ride on horseback with the marquis, who is kind enough to spare me the crowd and tumult of the gen eral riding parlies. ,In theevening, I take a hand at whist, then I chat awhile with the ladies, and 1 try my best to cast off at their feet iny bear's skin and reputation: for I dislike lo display any eccentricity of mrown, this one rattier more bo man any other. There is a grave disposition, when carried to the pointofstifiness and ill-grace toward women, something coarsely pedan tic. that is unbecoming in great talents and ridiculous in lesser ones. I retire af terward, and work rather late in the li brary. That s the best of mv dutr. The society at the chateau is usually made up of tbe marquis' guests, who are always numerous at this season, and a few persons of tbe neighborhood. The object or these entertainments on a grand scale ip. above all, to celebrate the visit of Mon eieur de Malouefs only daughter, who comes every year to spend tbe autumn with her family. She is a person of stat uesque beauty, who amuses berself with queenly dignity, and who communicates with ordinary mortals by means of con temptuous monosyllables uttered in a deep bass voice, bhe married some twelve years ago, an Englishman, a member of the diplomatic corps, .Lord A , a per sonage equally handsome and impassive as herself He addresses at intervals to his wife an English monosyllable, to which the latter replies imperturbably with a French monosyllable. Nevertheless, three little lords, worthy the pencil of Lawrence, who strut majestically around this Olym pian coaple, attest between the two natures a secret intelligence which escapes the vulgar observer. A scarcely less remarkable couplecomes over to us daily from a neighboring cha teau. The husband is one Monsieur de Breuilly, formerly an officer in King Charles X.'s body-guards, and a bosom friend of the marquis. He is a very live ly old man, still quite fine-looking, and wearing over close-cropped gray hair, a hat too small for his head. He has an odd, though perhaps natural, way of scan ning his words, and of speaking with a de free of deliberation that seems affected, le would be quite pleasant however, were it 'not that his mind is constantly tortured by an ardent jealousy, and by no less ardent apprehension of betraying his weakness, which, nevertheless, is a glar ing and obvious fact to every one It is difficult to understand how,with such a disposition and a great deal of common sense, he has committed the signal error of marrying, al the age of fifty-five, a young and pretty woman, and a Creole, 1 believe, in tbe bargain. "Monsieur de Breuilly!" said the Mar quis, as be presented "me to the punctilious gentleman, "my best friend who will in fallibly become yours also, and who, quite as infal!ibly,"wifl cut your throat if you attempt to show any attention to his wife." "Mon Dieu! my dear friend," replied Monsienr de Breuilly, with a laugh that was anything but joyful, and accentuating each word in his peculiar style, "why rep resent me to this gentleman ns n Xorinan Othello? Monsieur may surely 'Mon sieur is perfectly free to betides he knows and cm observe the proper limits of things. At any rate, sir. here is Mad ame de Breuilly; suffer me to recommend her rayeeirto your kind attentions. ' Somewhat surprised at this language, I had the simplicity, or perhaps the inno cent malice, of interpreting it literally I eat down tauarelv liv the side nl Mndume de Breuilly and I began paying her marked attention, while, however, "observing the proper limits of thincs." In the mean time. Monsieur de Breuilly was watching us from a distance, wifli an extraordinary countenance. I could see his little graHjJsabrcaU neck-chase, which she conducts gray eyes sparkling like glowing asheo; he jwith frenzy; a reckless game, in which was laughing loud, grinning, stmiipinz. and fairly disjointing his finger? with sin ister cracks. Monsieur de Malouet cime suddenly to me, handed me a whist card, ana lamng me aside: "What the deuce has got into vou?" he said. "Into me? why, nothing " "Have I not warned you? It quite a serious matter. Look at Breuilly! It is the only weakness of that Gallant man; every one respects it here. Do likewise, I bee oi you. From tbe weakness of that gallant man. it results that his wife is condemned in so ciety to perpetual quarantine. The fight ing propensities of a husband are often but an additional attraction for the lightning, but men hesitate to risk their lives with out any prospectof possible compensation, and we have here a man who threatens you at least with a public scandal , not only before harvest, as they say, but even be fore the seed has been lairly sown, buch a state of affairs manifestly discourages tbe most enterprising, and it is quite rare Madame de Breuilly has not two vacant peats on her right and on her left, despite her nonchalante grace, despite her plaintive and beseeching lookr, I hat seem to be ever saying, "Mon Dieu! will no one ever lead me into temptation You would doubtless think that the ev ident neglect in which the poor wife lives ought to be, for her husband, a motive of security. ot at all! His ingenious ma- nla manages to discover .in hat lact a fresh motive of perplexity. "Mv friend. he was saving yesterday to Monsieur de Malouet, "jou know that I am not more jealous than any one else; but without being Orosmane, I do not pre tend to be ueorge jJandin. well! one, thing troubles me, my friend; have you noticed that apparently no one pays any attention to my wife?" "Parbleu! if that's what troubles you " "Of course it is; you must admit that it is not natural. My wife is pretty: whv don't they pav attention to her as well as to the other ladies? I here is something suspicious there!" Fortunately, and to the ereat advantage of the social question, all the young wo men who reside in turn at tbe chateau arc not guarded by dragons of that caliber. A few even, and among them two or three Parisians out for a holiday, display a free dom of manner, a love of pleasure, and an exaggerated elegance that certainly pass tbe bounds or discretion. You are aware that I have not the highest opinion of that sort oi behavior, which docs not answer my idea of the duties of a woman of the world; neverthe less, I take side without hesitation with these giddy ones; and their conduct even appears to me the very ideal of truth and sincerity, when I hearnightly certain pious matrons distilline against them, amid low and vulgar gossip, the venom of the basest envy that can swell a rural heart More over, it is not always necessary to leave Paris in order to have the ugly spectacle of these provincials let loose against what they .call vice, namely, youth, elegance, distinction, charm in a word, all the qualities which the worthy ladies possess no more, or have perhaps never possessed. Nevertheless, with whatever disgust these" chaste vixens inspire me for tbe virtue they pretended to uphold (O virtue! how many crimes are committed in thy name!), I am compelled, to my great regret, to agree with them on one point, and to admit that one of their victims at least gives an ap pearance of justice to their reprobation and to their calumnies. The Angel of Kindness himself would hide his face in presence of this complete specimen of dis sipation, of turbulence, of futility, and ff nally of worldly extravagance that bears Uie name of Countess de Palme, and the nickname of the Little Countess: a rather ill-fitting nickname, by the way, for the lady is not email, but simply slender and lithe. Madame de Palme is twenty-five years of age; she is a widow; she spends the winter in Paris with her sister, and the 6ummer in an old .Norman manor-house, with her aunt, Madame de Pontbrian. Let me get rid of the aunt first This aunt, who is of very ancient nobil ity, is particularly noted for the fervo.- of her hereditary opinions, and lor her strict devotion. Those are both claims to con sideration which I admit fully, so far as I am concerned. Every solid principle and every sincere sentiment command in these days a peculiar respect. Unfortunately, Madame de Pontbrian seems to be one of those intensely dxvout persons who are but indifferent Christians. She is one of those who, reducing to a few minor obser vances, of which they are ridiculously proud, ail the duties of their religious or political faith, impart to both a harsh and hateful appearance,- the effect of which is. not exactly to attract proselytes. The outer'forms, in all things, are sufficient for her conscience; otherwise, no trace of humility. Her genealogy, her assiduity to church, and her annual pilgrimages to the shrine of an illustrious exile (who would probably be glad to dispense with the sight of her countenance), inspire to this lad such a lofty idea of herself and such a profound contempt for her neigh bor, that they make her jiositively unso ciable. She remains forever absorbed in the latrain worship which 'she believes due to herself. She deigns to speak but to God, and He must indeed he a kind and merciful God if He listens to her. Under the nominal patronage of this mystic duenna, the Little Countess enjoys an abolute independence, which she uses to excess. After spending the winter in Paris, where she kills off' regularly two hcrses and a coachman every month for the sole gratification of waiting ten min utes every niaht in half a dozen dif ferent balls, Ma lame de Palme feels ihe n 'ccssity of seeking rest in -turl peace of ru ral life. She arrives at he aunt's, she jumps upon a horse, and she starts at full gallop, it matters not which way she goes, provided she keeps going. Most generally she comes to the chateau de Malouet, where the kind-hearted mistress of the house manifests for her an amount of predeliction which I can hardly under stand, familiar with men, impertinent with women, the Little Countess offers a broad mark to the most indescreet homage of the lormer, and to the jealous hostility of the latter. Indifferent to the outrages of public opinion, she seems ready to as pire to the coarsest incense of gallantry; but what she requires above all things is noi6e, movement, a whirl, wordly pleas ure carried to its most extreme and most extravagantfury; what she requires every morning, every evening, and every night, cue iiii.jr uican hue wauiv, nil uiiuiiuicu German, which she leads until dawn. A stoppage of a single minute, a moment of rest, of meditation and reflection, would kill her. Never was an existence so busy and so idle; never a more unceasing and more sterile activity. Thus she goes through life hurriedly and without a halt.graceftil.cateless, busy and ignorant as the horse she rides. When she reaches the fatal goal, that woman will fall from the nothingness of her agi tation into the nothingness of eternal rest, without the shadow of a serious idea, the faintest notion of dutv, the lightest cloud of a thought wortyy a human being.having ever grazed, even in a dream, the narrow brain that is sheltered behind her pure, iniling and stupid brow. It might be said that death, at whatever age it may overtake her, will nnd the little (Jountess jnst as she left the cradle, if it were pos sible to suppose that she has preserved its innocence as well as she retained its pro- lound peurility. Has the madcap a soul? The word nothingness has escaped me. It is indeed difficult for me to conceive what might survive that body when it has once Tost the vain fever and frivolous breath that seem alone to animate it I know too well the miserable ways of the world, to take to the letter the accu sations of immorality of which Madame de Palme is herd the object on the part of tbe witches. as also on the, part of some of her rivals who are silly enough to envv her social euccess. It is not in that respect at you may understand, that I treat her with so much severity. Men, when they sho.v thcinscves unmerciful for certain errors, are too apt to forget that they have all, more or less, spent part of their lives seeking to brjng them about for their own benefit. But there is in the feminine type which 1 have just sketched some thing more shocking than immorality it self, which, however, it is rather difficult to separate from it And so, notwith standing my desire of not making myself conspicuous in anything, I have been un able to take upon myself togoin the throng of admirers whom Madame de Palme drags after her triumphal car. I -know nut whither. "Le tyran dam sa cour remarqua mon absence." I am sometimes tempted to believe it, from the glances of astonishment and scorn with which I am overwhelmed when wc meet; but it is more simple to attrib ute these hostile symptoms to the natural antipathy that separates two creatures as dissimilar as we are. I look at her at times, myself, with gaping surprise which must be excitedjn the mind of any think ing oemg oy the monstrosity ot such a psychological phenomenon. In that way we are even. 1 ought rather to say we were even, for we are really no longee 60, since a rather cruel little adventure th'at happened to me last night, and which constitutes in my account-current with Madame de Palme a considerable advance, which she will find it difficult to make up. I have told you that Madame de Malouet.through I know tot what refinement of Christian charity, manifested a genuine prcdiliction for the Little Countess. 1 was talking with the marquise last evening in a cor ner of the drawing-room. I took the liberty of telling her that this prediction, coming from a woman like her, was a bad example; that I had never very well un derstood, for my part, that passage of the Holy Scriptures in which the return of a single sinner is celebrated above the constant merit of a thousand just, and that this had always appeared to me very discouraging for the just "In the first place," answered Madame de Malouet, "the jusf do not get discour aged, and, in the next place, -there are none. Do you faucy yourself one, by chancer "Certainly not; I am perfectly well aware of the contrary." 'Well, then, wheredo you get the right of judging your neighbors so severely?5' r do' not acknowledge Madame de Palme as ray neighbor." "That's convenient! Madame de Palme, sir, has been badly brought up, badly married, and always Spoilt; but, believe me, she is a genuine rough diamond.'' "I only see the roughness." "And rest assured that it only requires a skillful workman I mean a-good hus i i i . . i i i ii uanu iu cut anu ponsn 11. "Allow me to pity that future lapida ry." Madame de Malouet tapped the carpet with her foot, "and manifested other sins of impatience, which I knew not at first how to interpret, for she is never' out of humor; but suddenly a thought, which I took for a luminous, one, occut-3 in ,my mind. I had no doubt that I had at last discovered the weak side and only failing in that charming old woman. She was possessed with themania of raatch-mak-ing.aud, in her Christian anxiety to snatch the Little Countess from the abyss of per dition, she was secretly meditating to hurl me into it with her, unworthy though I be. Penetrated with this modest convic tion,! kept upon a defensive tha t seems to me, at the present moment, perfectly ridiculous. "Mon Diettl'' said Madame de Malouet, "because you doubt her learning! ." "I do not doubt her learning," I said; "I doubt whether she knows how to read." "But, in short, what fault do you find with her?" rejoined Madame de Malouet in a singularly agitated tone of voice. I determined to demolish, at a single stroke.the matrimonial dream with which I supposed the Marchioness to be deluding herself. 'I find fault with her," I replied, "for giving to the world the spectacle, su premely irritating even lor a prolane like me, of triumphant nullity and haughty vice. I am not worth much, it is true'. and I have no right to judge, but there is in me, as well as in any theatrical audi ence, a certain sentiment of reason and morality that rises indignation in pres ence of personages wholly devoid of com mon' sense or virtue, and that protests against their triumph." Ihe old lady s indignation seemed to increase. "Do you think that I would receive he. if she deserved all the Btones which slan der casta at her? ' "I think it impossible for you to be lieve any evil." "Ualu I assure you that you do not show in thin case any evidence of pene tration, inese love-stories which are at tributed to her are so little like her! She is a child who does not even know what it is to love!" "lam convinced of that, madame. Her common-place coquetry is sufficient evi dence of that I am even , read v to swear that the allurements of the upajrination or the impulse of passion a're'wholly. for eign to her error), which thus remain without excuse." "Old mon Dieu!" exclaimed Madame de Malouet, clasping her hands, "do hushl she is a poor, forsaken child! I know her better than you do. I assure you that beneath herappearance-most too frivolous, 1 admit she possesses in fact as much heart as she does sense." "That is precisely what I think, mad ame; as much of one as the other." "Ah! that is really intolerable!" mur mured Madame de Malouet, dropping her arms in a disconsolate manner. At the same moment I saw the curtains that half covered the door by the side of which we sat shake violently, and the Little Countess, leaving the hiding place where she had been confined by the exe- gencies of I know not wbat game, showed. herself to us lora moment in theaperture of the door, and returned to join the group of players tbat stood in the adjoining par lor. I looked at Madame de Malouet: "Wbat! she. was there!" "Of course Bhe was. She heard us, and, what's more, she could see us. 1 made all the signs I could, but you were off 1" I remained somewhat embarrassed. I regretted the harshness of my words; for, in attacking so violently -this young per son, I had yielded to the excitement of controversy much more than to a s enti ment of serious animadversion. In point of fact she is indifferent to me, but it's a little too much to hear her praised. "And now what am I to do?" I said to Madame de Malouet She reflected for a moment, and replied with a slight shrug of the shoulders: "Ma foil nothing; that's the best thing you can do." The least-breath causes a full cud to overflow; thus the little unpleasantness of mis scene seems 10 nave lniensuiea tins feeling of ennui which has scarce left me since my advent into this abode of joy, This continuous gayety, this restless agi tation, this racing and dancing and dining, this ceaseless merrymaking and the eter nal round oi festivity importune me to the. point of disgust I regret bitterly the time I have wasted in reading and inves tigations which in no wise concern ray of ficial mission, and have but little ad vanced its termination; I regret the en gagements which the kind entreaties of my hosts have extorted from my weak ness; I regret my vale of Tempe; above all, Paul, I regret you. There are cer tainly in this little social center a suffit cient number of superior and kindly dis posed minds to form the elements of the pleasantest and even the mostlevated re lations; but these elements an" fairly sub merged in the worldly and vfIgar throng, and can only be eliminated from it with much trouble and difficulty, and never without admixture. Monsieur and Mad ame de Malouet, Monsieur de Breuilly even, tvhen his insane jealousy does not deprive him of the use of bis faculties, certainly possess choice minds and hearts; but the mere difference of age opens an abyss between us. As to the young men and men of irfy own age whom I meet here, they all march with more or less eager step in Madame de Palme's wake. It is enough that 1 should decline to follow them in that path, to cause them to'manifest towards me a coolness akin to apathy. My pride does not at tempt to break that ice, though two or three among them appear well gifted, and reveal instincts superior to the life they have adopted. There is one question I sometimes ask of myself on that subject: are we any bet ter, you and I, youthful Paul, than this crowd of joyous companions and pleasant vivcurs, or are we simpiy uiuerent iruui them? Like ourselves, they possess hon esty and honor; like ourselves, they have neither virtue nor religion properly so- called. So far, we.nre. equal. Our tastes alone and our pleasures differ; and all their nrebecunations turn to the lighter ways of the world, to the cares of gallant-' ry and material activity: ours are almost exclusively given up to the exercise of thought, to the talents of the mind, to the works, good or evil, of the intellect. In the light of human truth, and accord ing to common estimation, it is doubtful whether the difference in this particular is -wholly in our favor; but in a more ele vated order, in the moral order, and, so to speak, in the presence of God, does tbat superiority hold good? Are we merely yielding, as they do, to an inclination that leads us rather more to one side than to another? What Ts in the eyes of God the merit of intellectual life? Itseems to mesom'etimesthatwe possess for thought a species of pagan worship to which He attaches no value, and which perhaps even offende Ilim. More frequently, however, I think that He wishes us to make use of thoughts, were it even to' be. turned against Him, and tbat be accepts an homage all the quiverings of that no ble instrument o(joy and torture which He has placed within us Is not sadness, in periods of doubt and anxiety, a species of religion? I trust so. We are, you and I, somewhat like those poor dreaming sphinxes who have been asking in vain for so many centuries, from the solitudes of the desert, the solution of the eternal riddle. Would it be a greater and mori guilty folly than the happy carelessnes of the Liittle uouutess? We shall see. In the meantime, retain, for. my sake, that groundwork of melaifcholly upon wbich you weave your own gentle mirth; for, thank God! you are not a pedant; you can .live, you can laugh, and even laugh aloud; but thy soul is sad unto death, and tbat is only why I love unto death tby fraternal soul. Continued next week. MURtiER AT GLASGOW. Kllllne of A. I- Hawkins and Attempt ed Suicide or J. 91. Bastaam. Prom ths Glasgow Timet, 11th. One of the most appalling and unex pected tragedies occurred in this place day before yesterday, about four and a ball o'clock, p. m., that has ever stained the record of our county's history, resulting in the almost immediate killing of Mr. A. L. Hawkins, of Glasgow Junction, by a pistol shot inflicted at the hands of Mr. John M. Basham, of this place,and tbe subsequent immediate attempt of Basbam to commit suicide. The origin of the deplorable calamity is traced to Bash am' s conduct as sheriff during the past two or three years,during which time he has been defaulter to tbe State and to individuals, in his official ca pacity, to an amount variously estimated' from twenty-five to forty thousand dol lars. His securities, comprising a num ber of th'e most substantial and best citi zens of this county, have recently been re duced to almost penury by the sacrifice of their property as security for Basham. Mr. Hawkins, who was one of the suffer ers, had become so outraged over the ca lamity that had befallen him in his old age, that he had taken legal steps lo have Basbam prosecuted for embezzlement, and Qn Tuesday was here for the purpose of looking after the settlement of the mat ter if possible, or to insist on the prosecu tion in case of lailure to obtain satisfac tion. Basham failing to adjust the mat ter satisfactorily, be was arrested by our town marsbai, Mr. James Murrell, and he, Basham and Hawkins were resting for some purpose in the portico of the county clerk's office. Basham aod Hawk ins were engaged in a quiet conversation about the matter, and were apparently entirely free from unusual' excitement Mr. Hawkins sat down on the bench on the outer'edge of the portico and was lean ing forward without a suspicion of harm or violence, and Mr. Murrell had turned With his face momentarily away from tbe parties, and hearing tbe sharp click Of a pistol, whirled around only in time to see Basham fire, the ball striking Hawkins a little above and behind tbe left ear. Hawkins without a murmur fell slowly forward and without an effort sank to the floor. The report of the, pistol attracted the attention of our people at once, and a great crowd rushed for the court-house from every direction. Basham after firing the fatal, sjiot, immediately made a de monstration of warning to Murrell, and leaped off the end of the portico to the ground, a distance of five or six feet, and began to make frantic efforts to shoot him self, but made several failures to discharge his pistol. He continued to run in the direction of his home at the Shirley House, and on reaching the pavement al most immediately in front of the lower portion of the Shirley House, on Wash ington street, he again put his pistol to bis head apd fired, falling heavily on the pavement He was picked up and car ried into his bed-room and medical aid summoned, but he persistently refused to allow a minute examination, and theex tent of the injury was unknown. A shot hole was discovered penetrating the scalp, but further than tbat nothing was known. Mr. Hawkins was carried to the Glas gow House, and expired in about an hour, remaining in a perfectly uncon scious state itntH he died. The nature of Basham's wounds being unknown, a guard was placed at his house, and up to nine o'clock he was resting quiet!y enough, with no evidence of serious injury, farther than was manifest, in the obscurity of the diagnosis, from his continual refusal to have his wound examined. Early yesterday morning one of his at tending physicians called professionally a little after sunrise, and discovered that he had eluded the vigilance of his guard and had escaped. He immediately informed Sheriff" Pace, who was at the Shirley House, of Basham's absence, and without delay parties were summoned and dis patched in all directions to secure Bash am's arrest It is not within our prov ince to forestall public opinion by invo king vengeance or adverting to the le gal consequences. We have discharged our duty in a simple recital of the terrible affair. Mr. Hawkins, who was so suddenly hurled into eternity, was about sixty years of age, and one of the best citizens of our county. He was quite unobtrusive and honest, and was universally esteemed by all who knew him. THE COURT-HOUSE TAX. Pertinent and Timely Nnffjreiitlonn for of Ohio County. Editor Herald: I ask the people of umo couniy u mey nave not paid the court-house tax long enough? There has been collected from them, up to last Jan uary, the sum or $5 1,824 II for court-house purposes, under a aner.ial tni-law Tk court has assessed a tax for this year of io cenia on me ?.iwj worth or property, and 50 cents on the head, which will bring 5 I . A frtt tf.O AAA n.. . ... inuuouti,vuvor$o,uvu. iniswill brio theoggregate up to near $60,000; andeven then our court-house tipht mill nut Ko M for the county has bonds outstanding to the amount of near ?17,000. A part of these bonds, however, is for the road and uriage aeoi; out a tax is also levied under a special tax jaw tor roads and bridges, and this is 10 cents on tbe.?10Oin addi tion to tbe court-house tax. The duty of the county court was to ap point a Commissioner and establish a sink ine fund, and renuira lh ShprifT year to pay the court house tax.money in to nis uanas, ana let mm either redeem the bonds or put the money at interest; but instead ot llnintr thin !liv snnlrl 1., large amounts lay over in the Sheriff's nanus irora one year to another, without interest For instance, $1,176 21 laid from .lanunrv ISfiS tn .Tirnm-i lafio without interest; the next year, $2,052 42; the next, S4.6-19 75; the next. $8,282 43; and the next $11,439 17 thus losing to the countv. SI 655 fU In cent, and tbe result is the county baa now uuuuauu.ng oonas on winca fine is paying interest at tbe usurious, ruinous rate of 10 per cent I aak the)eople of Ohio county, in all earnestness, to turn their Alt pntmn I a thotr COUntv finanM nnrl Cttont OUaTi man Ins -. j - waw OMVU l I.U 'J 14 O A? 1 T-k Ml uce? oi me reace as win endeavor to bring UD the credit nf thi rnnntv ontliaf tr Bt.A has to borrow money, s,he can get it for 6 Per cent, and not ha rnmnllrl in i-mfV n it,. in . .- , IntDfaat Ian w J. T 1. nTT .1 . , JUCtl. Soap and Water. If all deadlv fevers wrre mlltvl hv (Viol old-fashioned name, "the plague," we stiouiu more readilv realize the rinnoprart.. sing from the neglect of sanitary preveu- t .1. - ijji. i . . uuns. in iue miuuie oi me lust century, London was alarmed by tha rumor that tne piague had broken out in a certain hospital. Physicians, immediately pub lished a denial of tbe report, bat, in the meantime. TrniilnnerA hnA nivMl in.m. selves with disinfectants, and the demand fir rtIA tknA vmm wnsi in Pnitnl market on one morning advanced the pri ces oi tuose articles almost nity per cent., and the frferdnra darrAnla vara ttrrrnrt A all the' day in carrying those commodities to market. A similar paDic with regard iv auu uijjiuchu, n.uii; pcacubuuic, might not come amiss here in the New World. A like rush for soap and scrub bing brushes would probably prove, in the P n rl a V9TV )iAlMAma "nAT.o " PaniM of course, are at all times to be deplored! but a moderate panic tbat will alarm the peopie into greater cleanliness, a more stringent sanitary law, and a closer regard tn fianltarv mensnrpa. in nt nil lima lionc flclal and advantageous. A Ncarlet'BaU Says the Bichmoud (Va.) Whig: "Yes terday morning, early, aalTr. Pane, city gas inspector, was going mto his office. at tne city nan, he was surprised to see wbat looked at first like a red bird. Upon, catching it the creature gave him. a. se vere bite upon the hand, which caused him to drop-it with a feeling akin, to disgust. It proved to be a crimson-colored bat. something .which no man in this part of the world ever saw before. The color of the batexcitedsurprise, but upon closer examination Mr. Page was astonished to discover that it had but one eye, and that in the center of tne forehead. He placed it in a box, and, strange to sav. it does not appear to be friehtened, in its new, home. Many persona called to see it yesterday, among them several gentle men well versed in ornithology, and all averred that they had never seen.or heard of auythiug like this. bat. It ia the inten tion of Mr. Page to send it to the Smith sonian Institution at Washington.'' A'ebleBoy! This is. the latestschoolboy composition; VI eo to school to learn to read and rite and sipbor to slide on the ice and.traid off an old nife jf I have one, in summer to pick wild flours and strawberrys and to get out of work hot days, some boya has to go to school to get out their mother's road, but I would rather stay in winter than to go too miles and set by a cold stove and freze my toes. I like to go to school to see the teacher scold the bis girls when they cut up. borne goes to school to fool but I go to study when we are old we can't go to school and then we feel sor ry that we, fooled when we wasyoungand went .to school. I don't get no time to fool anyway fori have enough lo do when jt cornea to my geography. Hon. J. B. McCreary, who is seeking tbe Democratic nomination for Governor spent a few days in this place Tuesday looking up mends and lorming new ac quaintances. He is the shrewdest elec . f .i i . - i .. uoneerer oi any oi iue guuenaionai canal dates. Gen. Williams is too outspoken; and Col. Johnston is carrying the "press,"' whilst McCreary is quietly going over the field knocking the persimmons. Gallatin Neiqs. A Rome (N. Y.) girl worked over two hours digging a path through the snow to the parlor door from the gate, and then her chap did not come. She keeps a ket tle of water boiling on the kitchen stove now, proposing to give him a warmer re ception than usual when he does come. American astronomers state, as a result of the observations made at the late tran sit or Venus, tbat the sun is 88,443,726 miles from the earth, or 6,926,274 miles less than previously estimated At Palermo, Sicily, recently, just after the execution of a man lor murder, a quar rel broke out between a father and son who had put up the scaffold, and the son stabbed his father to the heart. A young man who knew all about it atntpn tliflt h?R pxnprienpp hnA tmifht tilm that a flirt is a fool who delights in fooling tools, and the tool who is fooled by such a fool is the foolishest kind of a fool. For the DartforJ Ilerol J. DANCING. The Other Hide or the QneMlan. i Ma. Editor: In the last issue of the . Herald (March 3) there is a "Short prac- ;: ' tical sermon," which we wish to call. your'attention to. The text is true, it U' a lamentable truth that there are men, ' and women too, who aic guilty of the sm ' of bickering and strife; and I Jook. oiv,'' . them as almost the chief of eTnnera. . .. ;j t The thrust against bigotry in that dis'. course ia well timed and suiu our lati.V " tude as well as some other places we k,now of. As to the animal referred. to,rj we are not well enough acquainted with' j. . , it to know of ils claim to superiority oyer ' , other, quadrupeds, but we would suppose that if the claim exists, it is owing to the. beautiful noise which it makes in singing' rather than to the length ol-his eari But the next paragraph. "Id dancine . per te, there is no harm under heaven. Ho where in his word does God denounce it as Bin. The war upon it is a silly and, . , senseless war.' To this we object. It ii. . true that nowhere in the lids of the Bible IS it written, "TAcu thallnol dance," jet& ,' claim that modern dancing is antagonist . tic to the teachings of that blessed boot. . Such dancing was not known in these , times, and we think is harmful and leads , . to harm. Dancine. is not now most as suredly what.it was when Solomon wrote, ' "A time to dance."" There wan a. tim'n' ' ' then to dance. David danced then "with"-' all his might" when he brought up the. ark oi Oodfrom the house of ObedEdom; it is not presumable though that be per' formed the silly curveting, bowing, seraph ingandattitudizfngof the modern dances. .uancing was also performed at funerals. ; If the light-footed dancers of the present day will dance as they did then, there will be.no barm in it. But will theydo.it? Let's see. When tbe Lord had brouiht ' the Israelites through tbe Bed sea, Moses and the children of Israel sang asong un to the iyord saving: "X will sing unto the Lord. Ac" and by the, time they had sane ' . a stanza and were ready for the chorus, the spirit of the Lord came upon Miriam,"" and she "Took a timbrel in her handjand ! all the women went out after her with timbrels, and with dances." No promts-' ' cuous dancing here. And so it was in all the dancing which I now, remember hav- . ing noticed in the bible,- tbe men danced '.' by themselves and so did tbe women. There is, certainly, one case oTdancing"" J mentioned" in the book of God which' ire-' ' suited in harm. J refer to the dance'df the wicked Salome, daughter of tbeVtin ' more wicked Herodias. It wa8Her&i-. '. ring which caused the beheaduigat John' the Baptist, of whom Christ sajdi'Tflere," has not risen a greater than he. But "cenmtional clergymen use it aa a scapegoat at which to burl anathemas , coined of indignation, etc," As-Iam nota . clergy man, I will cot, attempt to clear theta" of the charge, if they do so It is very ugly " in them; I. am, however, not acquainted , with.any.cf .Ihatjclftaov X.tlbklthatj'r a rule, clergymen are'as pure, .even as. dancers:, and we should not fall out with them for saying that sin Is Bin; nor think, because some other sins are blacker than that of dancipg'that therefore they should ' say nothing against it. These flings at ministers, Mr. Editor, whether editorially or in Jeclures.are, to say tbe least ofitv in bad taste; indeed we think they smack considerably of the very sin others- axe charged with' in this same short sermon. .. iiut to proceed, "ihe men and woaen who dance, never (the italics are rciael tramnle the life, tne hanninesA- the' Terr" soul of their neighbors to eternal destiueA : l .1--n 31 1 y i j iJ'.ii nun, uv lucuiKures ui iue uaacesnu to ut cadence of merry music"' There it ""' Members oi the church are tbe ones aeld , up to our view as slanderers, originates . and perpetraters of church bickerings and quarrels, peddlers of liquid poison, mur derers of character, eta ; but the dancers,,'" Oh! the dancers are the pure mlmded of earth, they are never guilty of such crimes, they are the ones who, by their godly live84 conversation, sad acts are lifting -' mgu the banner or tne cross above the beads of poor church members and saying "Follow me, as J follow Christ," Dqtbey 7 I have not seen it We think in fact that when "The fiddle squeaks; and th'e , dancers trip their merry rounds," they do' 'toffend God,"' especially if the merry T rounds are made up of the waltz and kin-' died dances. ' .. But I am making this article too lohg and will close by concurring heartily with one sentiment found in the last jiaragraph of tbe above mentioned sermon; "Let us, each and all, guard our tonges (may e not addlour pent) from evil and damaging ''. speech tiAKTFOEtD, .hvr, Jkiarch o. Yonthful BlpIomaeTV " A little aix-vear-old eirl in Monroe' 1 went, into & store where her father wi7 the other dav. andslvlvannroachin? him.' said; "Papa, won't you buy me a new ' dress" "What, buy you a new dress. Susie?"', ,rYes, papa, won't you?" "Well, 111 see; I'll Bpeak to your mother about it.'' Elongation to' an alarming extent rapidly spread over thatlittlejcou'n- tenance, but a thought suddenly struck " bei, and. with a smile Bhe looked up into"" ' her father's face and said, "Well,' papa," if you do speak to mamma aboutit, doit easy, or she may want the new dress her-' ' ' self!" Tbe father at once saw the point, and the new dress was purchased. Lit- ' tltton Mass.) Republic "Mr. Smithers. how can you sleep so7 The sun has been up these twb'faoufsl" "Well, what it be basr said 5 mi tn era. "He goes to bed at dark, while I'm up till ' after midnight." ' A rinnnv fnther at WnAnaruVat R1ijva j- . . . . Island, is described as harine- been ere- ' sented with "twenty-seven pjunda of ' twins." Francis Guerin found a diamond valued at 7,000,000 franca in an abandoned mine at Devil's Table, in Africa, and has taken it to Paris. . Greatness stands upon a precipice, and if proajjerity carries a man ever so. Hula, over his poise it overbears and dashes t uiui iu picvca. A man and a woman at - Hartford. Conn., have just finished a series of 1;000 games of cribbage, begun in October, and .,, the woman won aic ot tuem. .... A petrified butterfly wait found in a Dubque quarry the other diy, and alt the delicate outlines were aa perfect as in lite. a